Story about my Dads poppy, it’s made with porcupine quills, birchbark and Sweetgrass. One of my Dads geezer friends, a veteran, critiqued it, saying the Legion doesn’t recognize it. My Dad said Indigenous Vets fought for Canada 🇨🇦 and weren’t allowed to join the Legion. 1/
They fought with Valour and were decorated but when they came home, the country they fought for didn’t recognize them. So my Dad wears his poppy to educate. ctvnews.ca/canada/only-eq… 2/
The inaugural #dayoftruthandreconciliation challenges us all to learn throughout the year. As #RemembranceDay approaches, it’s also an opportunity to look at the tremendous service and history of Indigenous Veterans. While I remember with pride, all the men and women from 3/
my home community who’ve served, I also feel so proud of our current generation stepping up for service south of the medicine line, my cousins who became US Marines. 4/
So my Poppy doesn’t look like yours, and I use mine to educate as well. By educating, I honour those who served, and those who gave all. By educating, I help to right a wrong and challenge us all to do better, to demand better not just for Indigenous Vets 5/
but to right so many of the stories Canadians hold as true about Indigenous people. The story of our Veterans is colourful and heroic. A story that ought to be told and heard. Ekosi/That’s all/End.
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I bought a bird feeder. I hung it
on my tree and filled it
with seed. What a beauty of
a bird feeder it was, as I filled it
lovingly with seed.
Within a week we had hundreds of birds
taking advantage of the
continuous flow of free and
easily accessible food.
-A thread
But then the birds started
building nests in the boards
of the patio, above the table,
and next to the barbecue.
Then came the shit. It was
everywhere: on the patio tile,
the chairs, the table ...
everywhere!
Then some of the birds
turned mean. They would
dive bomb me and try to
peck me even though I had
fed them out of my own
pocket.
And others birds were
boisterous and loud. They
sat on the feeder and
squawked and screamed at
all hours of the day and night.